Barefoot Goddess Blog, day 89, 10/06/10
The number of places in which I am allowed to go barefoot has shrunk by two; Trader Joe’s and Thornton Place Cinema. The number of places I won’t go barefoot has grown by one; Value Village on Capitol Hill. It is dirtier than any sidewalk I’ve been on. Visualize grimy feet. On second thought, don’t. There are a few cracks on my heels that are hard to scrub clean. The first time I saw them I wanted to quit. But a mysterious stubbornness kicked it. I don’t WANT to.
I have to confess that last year when I saw the huge displays for New Moon at Barnes & Noble, I smirked. I made fun of the fools who fell for that. I ignored the Patt….something headlines and even more so the magazine covers in the supermarket and diligently skipped reading about whether so and so are dating or not. This was clearly for people who had no life. Ah, I was so wrong. It was for women with imagination, idealism, romance in their hearts, and desire. How delicious to dream a fantasy so sweet and delightful. My heart is lifted. Cheers to Twighlight, to New Moon and to Eclipse (December 4th, DVD release, you know what I want for Christmas) which I missed in the theater having discovered THE SAGA only last Sunday. Oh sigh. Waiting is such sweet sorrow. On another note, I’m a little confused by my psychology: I’m not sure if I want to be WITH Edward, or BE Edward. Or maybe both?? Anybody out there have that going on?